"Hopefully..."<i></i>, it was a simple word but it had dominated her thoughts as she gazed at the medical facility from outside it's entrance gate. It had been a few years since she was last here, her memory turning back to the day she lost an eye at the academy and the subsequent care received within the facilities walls. A trio of fingers gently ran against the surface of the eyepatch covering her right eye. With every she had experienced and the stories of how well the staff and medical ninjas have become over the years it had been time. Time to see if getting back a part of her that was lost and a piece of her that needed to placed back with the puzzle. Inhaling her nerves she would trek into the building, In speaking with one of the front clerks, typically middle aged women whom had no shinobi training, she was directed to one of the smaller conference rooms which was set up for patient to doctor consultations.
She was not aware of how much time would potentially pass until someone would come in and she sat with the utmost patience. Both hands rested beneath the table, clenching onto two scrolls tied together by a worn cord. The scrolls themselves looked aged, with parchment discoloration and subtle tears here and there. Yet it's most important contents were fine within, as they would serve as the most valuable part of regaining herself. She had plans and goals, most of which were reliant upon her abilities as a shinobi. This would elevate that as well as attach her more to her ruined clan.
"This is the only option after all"<i></i>, her voice muttered in the usual soft tone. Though it was true, if the medical personal here could not perform the surgery then she could not trust anyone else to handle something so delicate and dangerous. It would seem as these thoughts ran through her head, her fingers subconsciously tightened their grasp on the scrolls. It was a fleeting wish that her nerves would stay away as she was growing more nervous as time ticked away.